Bearclaw Valley first victim

specifically for @Jackdaw because we're about to drop LMAO but others free to join!!

falk stirs, stretching tiny paws into his brother’s flank, squirming restlessly in the comforting gloom.
a yawn splits his jaws, tiny tongue curling as he shakes sleep away. blind eyes crack open into slits of blurry nothingness, but his nose twitches fiercely, scenting something familiar nearby. jackdaw.
with an eager grunt, falk scoots forward, sniffing and snuffling aggressively at his brother’s neck, tiny teethless mouth mouthing damp fur with clumsy enthusiasm.
he paws at jackdaw’s face, demanding attention with a squirming growl—more squeak than threat. he has no patience; the day has started, and jackdaw is his first victim.

pubbies..

all is warm inside the den. a blanket of comfort and security, the promise of protection from ma and dad he's yet to see. but he can smell them, faintly—mother's warm milk, fathers strong scent. it is a peace that will not last. 

especially not with his brother. tiny teeth bite at his scruff, slicking it with saliva. he rouses and kicks, tiny paws finding purchase against his brothers. a soft whine leaves him, followed by an angry coo. 

he squirms and wriggles, pushing himself into his brothers space, tiny jaws parting to try and find something to teeth on.

falk squirms, tiny limbs pushing clumsily, fighting jackdaw’s advances with grunts and squeaks of protest. frustration bubbles in his chest, igniting a newborn rivalry he has no words for yet.
tiny jaws open and snap harmlessly at his brother’s muzzle, missing more than they hit. but he’s determined, fiercely stubborn despite his blindness, refusing to be pushed around—not even by his littermate.
a muffled, indignant growl rumbles in his tiny throat, small body squirming furiously, fighting for dominance.

large paws that promise a large figure lash clumsily at the air—more often than not missing his brother entirely, but that would not stop him. the den is then filled with their soft growls and whines, a backdrop that would not only rouse their litter mates and mother, but annoy. 

jackdaw grunts with effort as he makes his move. rolling his chubby form, or at least trying to get the momentum to do so. and when he does, he topples onto his brother, smothering him with fur and gentle nips.

falk lets out a muffled squeak, caught beneath jackdaw’s weight, limbs flailing in protest. the warmth of his brother smothers him, pinning him down in a way that ignites something primal—instinct, rebellion, a demand for freedom.
with a determined grunt, he squirms violently, jaws parting to latch onto whatever he can reach—an ear, a cheek, soft baby fur slick with warmth. his tiny paws press against jackdaw’s belly, pushing, kicking, fighting with all the strength his little body can muster.
his growl is more of a wheeze, air squeezed from his lungs under his brother’s weight.

The tiny girl was able to sleep through the majority of the clash, but when her two brothers began to brawl their squirming, pawing and elbowing stirred her from her slumber. She tilted her head back to yawn, her little pink tongue curling as she drew in a deep breath- only to find herself nearly gagging a moment later when someone’s short, bristly tail smacked her right in the uvula. 

She hoarked for a moment, to get the tip of the tail out of her gizzard, and then sought revenge by chomping down on the bony appendage, her own voice added to the cacophony of mewling wails.

victory not yet secured, as his brother refused to yield. jackdaw's small growls vibrate in his chest as falk's jaws latch onto an ear. he yips and tries to yank it away, only causing himself more pain. more ire. his tiny, thick tail lashed with his irritation—

before his sister was chomping down on it. a violent cry escapes him, one that rings the ears of all within the hearth. followed by soft whines, he squirms off his brother and helplessly tries to wriggle away from getting tag-teamed!

falk is a mess of kicking limbs and tiny grunts. he feels his brother slipping away, the weight of him retreating, the air shifting.
instinct flares in his tiny chest. falk doesn’t like losing. he doesn’t like being left behind.
so he lurches forward, his oversized paws flailing, tiny jaws snapping for purchase. he misses—mostly.
mouth barely grazing jackdaw’s side before he topples forward, landing in an undignified heap against their sister instead.

Chomp chomp chomp! With hard gums, she bit down multiple times on the little twiggy tail that’d come within reach, only to find it began to move away. Not willing to give up so easily, she grabbed for the very tip of her brother’s tail, clamping her mouth shut so as to hold it in place-

but bumbling Falk spoiled her plans! With a surprised yelp, she released her grip when she caught an elbow to her belly, and felt her brother’s weight follow shortly thereafter. She wriggled and strained to pull herself free, but all of that effort expedited an unwelcome side-effect- the emptying of her bowels in a great puddle of wet puppy poo.